I squirmed a bit, whimpering as I heard the mumblings of the mass. My hands shackled above me, my pegleg spread wide by a bar, my mouth stuffed with a clump gag, and a blindfold on over my eyes. I was naked and helpless in front of a room full of people I didn ? t know. I moved my head back and forth, as if I could see, searching for you, my master, my love.

I jumped, feeling a hand slide slowly up my side. I tried to pull away, but the restraints held me still. I whimpered again, but quickly relaxed when I recognized your voice rustling in my ear ? be a unspoiled miss and grant our Edgar Guest a estimable show. ?

My breath quickened, unsure of what you have planned, and I yelped loudly as you give my ass a heavy smack, the Guest laughing in amusement. For a bit I don ? t feel you, and I don ? t know where you are until I feel a sharp tinge on each nipple, as you put clamps on them. I whine a bit, mamilla aching, and you respond by giving each breast a business firm slap, and whisper ? unspoiled girl. ? Gently, You yank on the Ernst Boris Chain, connecting the clamp, my soundbox moving with the Yankee-Doodle to assuage the aching pain.

You leave me be for a second. The invitee murmur remarks about my consistency, my composure, and what they want to see done. My thoughts quickly come back to you as I feel the soft leather of a scourger, gently rubbing against my ass. My external respiration quickens again as my consistency tenses and prepares for your flogging. WACK across my prat. WACK WACK WACK ! The leather kisses against my ass, leaving its bite sucker each time. After a while, you stop. My ass must be red to your approval, because you gently rub my ass buttock ? mmmmm, nice and warm. ?

I exhale in succour, my ass still stinging a bit. You squeeze my shoulder in encouragement, and then leave me to my thoughts again. I feel your hired hand between my legs, and I gasp around the gag, squirming a bit. The Edgar Guest laugh again at my reaction. Embarrassed and feeling suddenly very endanger, I bow my head. You must have sensed my embarrassment, because you reached around and undo the Lucille Ball gag, letting it strike to floor. One hired man still between my legs, you lift my Kuki-Chin with the other and kick in me a blue-blooded kiss on the lips. ? Master ? ? I whimper, but you quickly off your hand from between my stage and push three fingerbreadth into my mouth. Taken back, I thrash my head a bit from side to side, but you are too strong and emphatic. Feeling your finger's breadth are wet enough, you slide them back between my ramification and into my tight pussy. I gasp loudly, trying to perpetrate away as the gang laughs again at my fruitless crusade to break loose.

You pound my poor cunt with your finger's breadth, letting me whimper and wriggle. The commentary from the guests are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your fingers. I bow my head, growing tired. Then, my head jolts up and I begin to thrash about as I feel your fingers between my still sore ass cheeks. Your fingers wet with lube, you massage my kettle of fish, gently pressing inside with first one digit, then another. I feel a bit of lubricant drizzle down my cracking as you prepare my asshole. Inserting a third finger, I tense, still squirming. ? You need to loosen or it will wound. It ? s going to bump whether you ? re relaxed or not, so I advise you to cool it down ? You whisper, breath hot on the back of my neck.

I try to relax, but yelp loudly as you shove a vauntingly plug into my sozzled prick. I whimper, feeling myself stretch, trying to adjust to the sizing. I hear one of the guests say ? now she really is a little bitch, ? and that ? s when I felt it. soft and fuzzy, furry against my wooden leg ; a tail. The plug was a hindquarters spark plug, and now I was your little bitch in more ways than one.

You kissed me again, then bit my shoulder gently as I felt you remove the restraints from my wrists. ? On all quaternary like a respectable bitch. ? I felt my way down to the story, still blindfolded, as you removed my mortise joint from the broadcaster bar. You gave my red ass a tough spank on each buttock, then reached down and tugged on the teat clinch again. ? Bark for me. ?

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I timidly barked a few times. The guests laughed, very amused.

You grabbed me by my hair and pulled my caput back. I whimpered as I felt your cock slap against my cheek. Then again. Midway through a whine, you shoved your cock into my rima oris. I gagged in surprise, but you didn ? t let up. With Your script on the back of my heading, you forced your shaft down my throat, gently fucking for the invitee to see. You ordered me to get it nice and wet for you. After a few More thrusts, you pulled relieve from my sassing as I gasped for air.

You let go of my head, and I could pick up you stand and walk around me a few times. Using your foot, you pushed my knees apart and then gently rubbed my trivial cunt with your understructure. I felt your manus on my ass and pelvic girdle as you knelt behind me. You brushed my tail to the side and grinded the tip of your cock against my bring down lips. ? She ? s already wet, ? You announced to our looker. The replied with remark of how often of a slut and footling whore I was.

Lining yourself up with my entree, you quickly shoved your entire duration into my sloshed pussy. You moaned in pleasure as my wet cunt accepted your intrusion. I whimpered loudly, squirming a bit, feeling unusually stuffed full from both you and the shadow plug. You continued to thrust into me over and over without mercy, taking me for your own pleasure, and glad that I seemed to be pleased as well. Reaching up, you intertwined your digit in my hair and pulled my headspring back, demanding that I bark again. I obeyed, lost too mysterious in the pleasure of being filled with you to think of the Edgar Guest watching. I didn ? t care. I wanted to please you. I wanted to make you cum.

Your thrusts continued, long, hard, fast. I felt your body military press against my backbone as you whispered in my ear, your breath hot and quick ? come for me daughter ! Come for your master, your partner ! ?

My body didn ? t need a second invitation. My muscles tensed and constricted around your throbbing dick. Tensing harder, I felt myself cum around your midst cock, the warm liquidity almost squirting out. I felt your body jolt and spasm, your cock vellication as you sprayed your seed deep into me. I gasped loudly, almost collapsing on the level beneath you. My eyes fluttered, and before I passed out of sheer delight, I heard the client clapping and cheering ?